INSTRUMENTAL

Summertime,
And the livin' is easy.
Fish are jumpin',
And the cotton is high.

Your daddy's rich
And your mamma's good lookin'.
So hush little baby
Babby, don't you cry.

One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing.
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky.

But till that morning,
There's a'nothing can harm you.
With daddy and mummy
Mummy standing by.

INSTRUMENTAL

One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing.
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky.

But till that morning,
There's a'nothing can harm you
With daddy and mummy
Mummy, standing by.

So hush little baby
Don't you cry.